【True and False Heiress+Slapping Faces+Abusing Scum+Everyone Sent to Hell+Imperial Medical Consort+Refreshing Story】

The false heiress, Gu Shiyan, died!
Not only was she disfigured, had her eyes gouged out, and fed poisonous medicine, but her husband also performed a Caesarean section in front of her and personally killed her child.
When she opened her eyes again, Gu Shiyan found herself back at the age of thirteen.
With the most innocent face and the gentlest words, she manipulated everything as she pleased, stepping on every scum man and wicked woman beneath her feet.
In the end, she went on a killing spree.
Her entire family knelt before Gu Shiyan, begging for mercy!
She smiled faintly, "Oh... you want me to spare you? How about dismemberment, or being chopped into thousands of pieces, or being beaten to a pulp? You can choose!"
All she wanted was to focus on her career, but someone pushed her against the wall. That peerlessly handsome man even cried in front of her, "Shi'er, I'm sick, critically ill. Only you can save me, because you are my only antidote!"

Reborn: The Whole Family Beg for My Forgiveness

Qi Yun immediately became anxious, grabbing Gu Shiyan's sleeve with his eyes blinking. "I'm sorry, sister, I know I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"


The servants at Yuelu Heights were astonished. The Heir was usually disobedient, almost like a lawless little demon. Even the Eldest Princess Royal often found him exasperating. They never expected him to actually listen to Miss Gu.


This was the first time he had ever apologized to someone.


"Yun'er..." Even the Eldest Princess Royal was taken aback by this scene.


"I forgive you." Gu Shiyan turned around with a smile. She reached out and took a piece of osmanthus cake, handing it to Qi Yun. "Sister invites you to enjoy this delicious osmanthus cake."


"Okay, thank you, sister." Qi Yun accepted the osmanthus cake and started eating it happily.


He no longer mentioned the matter of marrying her.


The storm had been invisibly resolved by Gu Shiyan.


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